I Never Get Any Money Back At Tax Time Either

The truck went in for inspection this morning, and the garage was under instructions to just do whatever they had to do because i would be at school all day and thus not available, and furthermore we put down my dad's number, who was at home all day, for them to call otherwise.

of course, the garage DID NONE OF THAT, called my phone, left a message, and then presumably did nothing after that because when i arrived to pick up my car, it was still up on a thing with the wheels off and the guy had left for the day.

WHY. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT THERE IS A BOX THAT SAYS "JUST DO IT DON'T CALL" AND I CHECKED IT. I CHECKED YOUR STUPID BOX YOU MOTHERFUCKERS AND I HATE YOU.

I HATE THE INSPECTION. EVERY YEAR IT IS DRAMA. there is nothing wrong with that motherfucking truck, NOTHING, and every year it costs me some ridiculous amount for some crazy thing (last year it was $1300), and some stupid shit always goes down JUST LIKE THIS and now I have NO CAR on my (also retarded) day off in the middle of the school week. WHY. WHY CANT MY INSPECTION BE NORMAL.

I AM ANGRY. next year i am taking a motherfucking personal day and i am going to take the truck in and SIT RIGHT THE HELL THERE until it is all over because ARE YOU SERIOUS. I TOLD YOU JUST TO DO IT NOT TO CALL WHAT IS THE PROBLEM. I left an angry voicemail message too, but it didn't make me feel any better.

and i'm REALLY annoyed because i went to the dermatologist after school for this wart on my foot that has literally been frozen by the woman ten times, no lie, and finally today she was like, look we're going to burn it instead and then just cut the whole damned thing off, which, you know, it's fine, and she numbed and did the whatnot (burning flesh, mmm), but numbness now worn off.

IT HURTS. A LOT. which sucks because I HAVE NO TRUCK so if i want to go someplace I GUESS I WILL WALK.